I knew a Fisherman who for the sport of it, and on occasion, to feed on… but, mainly…”catch & Release” ….who for as long as I knew him, would buy his fishing license in August. And, now I know…started fishing on a Full Moon.
He had the patience. I, did not. It was his thing, yet…I went, sometimes. He LOVED it. Just him, nature, his alone time. BoY, could he angle! And, he was in his element. Very respectful to the game, of angling. Only took what was right, and thanked nature, the Fish, and the “guy above” as he called “him”, for his catch. And, the ones, he didn’t catch to take home…he admired it, carefully unhooked it, kissed it and thanked it, released it back into the water.
Funny, how you missed the things, that is no longer. I miss and will forever miss him and his fishing stories. Him. Getting ready, his tackle box, and his poles, his bait, those little things, the name escapes me, but he had many…that he use to hook fish. I’ll even miss…yeah, the smell. Well, it’s the FisherMan, not the fish, I’ll miss. Missing.
Well, the Sturgeon Full moon, name corresponds with the Season happenings…that’s when the sturgeon season starts. It’s one of the longest living Fresh water fish and is extremely sacred…wise, symbol. A symbol of Self care. A reminder to take time to care and nurture yourself extra special.
Well, what a great reminder, as I mourn and grieve, now in my seventh month of this Fisherman I spent 30 + years with, Michael. It’s a good milestone, the August Full Moon, named after a fish that represents Sacredness and wisdom with self care to boot.
I feel it. This time of the Season. Not summer yet not Autumn feel…the Harvest. August….always meant to me…newness, a start over sort of feeling…a back to school kind of feeling. Remember that?
It’s the first feeling of hey, winter is coming….but, not. So pre- Game of Thrones…
It’s the feeling of Something “Wicked this way come….to me. Time to prepare.
But, this time….in Covid-19 time…going into, no…in a 4th surge…of COVID-19….without my guy?
I’m on my own.
Yet, I still feel him, still…pretty much feel that I haven’t grasped his Death. With all that transpired…and more to come…and, honestly…30 years with another is hard to come to terms with at this time and moment for me.
Yet, I am here. Still Alive. With things still to do and accomplish. And, these Full Moon blogs…read or not read…are reminders to me…as Michael, would say to “keep it moving“.
And, so…because I can still hear his voice saying just that…” keep it moving”….
Ok.
On this Full Moon named after a Wise and Sacred fish….I’ll take care of business, and care for my self a little extra, to prepare for what comes next….because, grieving and mourning ones life partner, is hard work and sometimes I forget I’m still among the living while being one of the living…I forget. Life is still going on.
Thanks, for the reminder, Sturgeon Moon!
Until the next Full Moon.
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